Rebecca Pittenger's Podcast of Weird Songs

This is a song about what I'm running up against. I've found, in many domains in my life, I'm doomed to fail - at endeavors that I should technically be good at. I think lots of people might be able to relate to this - or maybe not.And there's even an example of it in the song. At the end of the rap at the end, even though "turns to crap" rhymes with the word I want it to rhyme with, part of me wants to say something with "-ot" at the end. So I stick, "turns to crap," and "starts to rot" both in there. I don't know why this keeps happening with my stupid raps as of late. The rhyme at the end of the line always lines up with the last syllable of the line before it, and I'm finding, more and more, my ear wants that last syllable to rhyme with another word in the previous line. It's a mystery to me, it's annoying, and it's, yes, an example of what this very song is all about (self-sabotaging tendencies - somehow, I'm sabotaging my raps, and I have no idea how or why that's happening). Fuck.

This is a wee little demo of a song I'll probably record next week. In honor of tomorrow being Sunday, well, I came up with this. Yes.

I came home from a road trip, and in order to avoid the depresso mood that I tend to get in after a trip, I figured I'd do a song. But I didn't have any ideas for songs. Until I heard these birds outside. I'm all, oh, okay, I'll do a song about those birds. I used to call them "smibbet" birds, cuz it sounded like they were saying "smibbet." But then I heard my sister-in-law call 'em "spirit birds,," and I thought - yeah, they also sound like they're saying "spirit." So, anyway, here's the song about them.

This is the introduction to the next song in the effed up relationship album. Yeah, I'll probably record the rest of it next week.

This is a song about being scared about grey aliens. See, I read some books about grey aliens back in 2018, and they freaked me out. That's what this song's about. Is "crap" an "explicit" term? I'll make this song "explicit," just in case it's an explicit word, according to the powers that be.

This is the next song in the fucked up relationship album: the outcome of me and the boyfriend-from-hell telling my parents we were engaged was them not being very happy about it.

The melodies of this song came from a dream, and the words came from a thing I saw today. Every once in a while, my cats will bury their turds in their litter box, and then they'll try to bury them even more. They take things that are lying around and put 'em on top of their turds. Today, it was a shopping bag. I've found all sorts of strange things in their litter box that they've put there in an attempt to bury their turds even more than they're already buried. What strange kitties.I put the litter box in a different place than usual for the picture I took, cuz the kitties didn't wanna pose next to the litter box when it was in its usual place. There, you can see the shopping bag they put in there. 

I was getting water for my kitty cats, and I burst into song. Here's the song I burst into.

Here's the next song in the effed up relationship album. It's about the main character and the mean boyfriend getting ready to tell the main character's parents they're engaged.

This is another one of those songs that came from a dream...it's about how creepy it would be to see a double of somebody. Yes, indeed.